Melissa Johnson took in a deep breath of the early morning air as she walked down the street. The crisp autumn morning was till dim and dark enough that it felt like walking in twilight. Her first month of classes had been completed and, happily enough for her, there was little work to be done in class until November. Which meant, for the young university student, that she felt more or less at loose ends. She had elected to take mostly online courses this semester, which let her move back home to try to save up some money and pick up some work around town.

More than anything else though, Melissa wanted to relax. And early morning walks were always good for that in her neighbourhood. The fresh air. The physical exertion. The—

“Hiya neighbour!”

Melissa started a little, a small nervous grin flicking across her face.

The neighbourhood kidnapper.

Arms encircled her from behind, and Melissa found herself pulled into a crushing hug. She squeaked a little, “Ack, Claire, breathing!”

The arms let up a little bit, and Claire spun the slightly shorter girl around to hug her properly, “Melissa! You’re back! This is wonderful!” Melissa found herself returning the older woman’s grin of welcoming, thrilling a little to herself at how Claire kept hold of her arms as she backed off from the hug to look at her, “I thought you were away until Christmas time?”

“Nah, online courses only this semester. I was trying to pick up some work here at home but,” Melissa shrugged, “No luck so far. So I’ve managed to find some relaxing activities around the house at least. Some online gaming with friends, that kind of thing.”

Claire gave her another hug, “Well I’m glad that you’re finding some relaxation time. Too bad about the job.” Claire’s expression suddenly turned a little thoughtful, “Y’know…I could ask around…”

“Oh I couldn’t impose…” Melissa began but Claire was already shaking her head, and she playfully clamped a hand over Melissa’s mouth.

“Not going to hear it missy!” Claire grinned, still standing quite close. Melissa blushed at the thought of anyone happening by just then, which only made Claire’s grin broaden, “You are an excellent worker, and a real pleasure to have around. I’m sure I can find you a job that pays quite well. And besides, we’re friends aren’t we?”

“We’re something all right,” Melissa’s words were muffled, but her grin behind Claire’s smile answered the question more than anything spoken would have.

Claire nodded, pleased, and then asked lightly, “So…any plans for today?”

Melissa snorted, “I don’t have anything important to do. Online classes are simple. Heck I don’t even…” Her brain caught up with her mouth, and she looked up to meet Claire’s glinting eyes and happily predatory smile, “Oh, um, w-wait. I…I t-think, maybe I d-mmmggghh!” Claire’s hand clamped over Melissa’s mouth, and the university student found herself spun around and facing away from the older woman again. This time her arms were kept firmly in place until the ratcheting click-click-click of handcuffs sounded. First over one wrist, and then the other.

Melissa let out a moan, and thrashed good naturedly in her bonds. She should’ve expected something like this. When would she learn to never, ever tell Claire that she had nothing important going on. She might as well have held a big sign over her head saying ‘Please Kidnap Me.’ Claire had certainly made more time sensitive situations work before; Melissa had delivered one of her class reports over the phone while hogtied in Claire’s dungeon last year, her gag immediately replaced anytime she wasn’t talking. That particular game had heated them both so much that Melissa had been kept for the entirety of her spring break, rather than just the couple of days Claire claimed she initially planned on.

As she was reminiscing, Claire hadn’t held still. She had rummaged in her bag and produced an orange ballgag, with an amusing pumpkin shape and motif to it. That was shoved into Melissa’s mouth, locked in place, and almost immediately began making the girl drool. Claire then cuffed her ankles, though with leather cuffs rather than metal ones, and finished up by kissing Melissa’s neck while holding a collar in front of her.

“Alright my little autumn princess, I want you to beg for this.” Claire jingled the collar a little, her other hand wrapped around Melissa’s waist. Claire’s lips trailed a pair of kisses across Melissa’s neck, making the girl shiver in anticipation and arousal, before settling next to her ear, “Beg for it like the eager little sub we both know you are…”

“Mmmmmmm,” Melissa closed her eyes and moaned, her knees going a little weak. Claire knew all the little spots to push with her, “Ppmmaavve Miffstreff Caaaire, Ppeeeasshhh Ccgggoollaa eeeee…”

Claire nibbled her ear for a moment, “As you wish, my sweet, sweet…slave.” Her hand left Melissa’s waist and the collar swept around her neck, getting a snug fit before Claire buckled it. Locked it. And then snapped a leash to it.

The leash snap brought Melissa a little ways back to reality. The reality that she was now bound, gagged, and collared. In public. On Claire’s leash. In her own bloody neighbourhood! Her cheeks flushed again, and Claire giggled.

“Such a bashful autumn princess I’ve captured today,” Claire mused as she traced her fingers along Melissa’s jawline, “I suppose to spare your blushes we should head home, hmmm?”

Melissa nodded rapidly and Claire giggled again, “So agreeable after being kidnapped.” She booped Melissa on the nose and then snapped the leash taut, “Follow along Pet.”

“MMmffggh!” Melissa squealed into her gag and took a pair of skipping steps to catch up to Claire, who was moving along at a brisk pace. Melissa followed along behind her, blushing at the image that she no doubt would give to anyone who twitched aside a curtain, or who intended to enjoy their coffee out on a porch. That she was so exposed to the world, even while being fully clothed, was an odd combination of thrill and fearful anticipation. But all she could do was trot obediently along behind Claire’s swaying backside, staring at the athletic wear-clad woman who had so effortlessly turned her from bored university student to captive plaything.

Thankfully for Melissa’s blushes the streets were empty at this hour. Whether that was because no one else was up, or because early morning joggers had learned their mornings tended to get booked up with stringent bondage “to help with flexibility” if they crossed paths with Claire on weekend mornings. Trying to train for a marathon, as some of the neighbours had done a couple years ago, usually ended with the nascent runners strictly hogtied in Claire’s home, or pressed into hours on the treadmill in ‘light’ bondage to build up their stamina. She was a thoughtful domme, Claire was.

“Home sweet home!’ Claire trilled as she reached her own walkway. She tugged Melissa up the short distance, and then opened her door and ushered the bound student into what Melissa always thought of as her lair. It didn’t appear the least bit foreboding, but Melissa had been a guest here often enough to feel that the front hall and living area were pregnant with promise. Claire turned around and reeled her in by the leash, until Melissa was pressed up tightly against her. The young woman breathlessly scanned the eyes of the older, seeing only the twinkle of joyful control, and grinning in return through her fierce blush.

“Now then my sweet princess,” Claire murmured, trailing a finger down Melissa’s shirt and running shorts, “I feel like you need to be in more…proper attire…”

Melissa moaned into her gag and nodded, drawing a satisfied smirk from Claire, “Such an eager plaything. Well, let’s go play dress up then…”

An hour later Melissa was in heaven. Claire had hustled her down to the basement and stripped her. Calmly, sensually, and without any regard for Melissa’s moans and squirming. Not that the young woman wanted her to stop at all, she just enjoyed putting on a show. And so she had enjoyed Claire’s excellent ability to keep her consistently under control and in bondage even as her clothing was carefully removed, and then her new fetish wardrobe was applied. A sleek black rubber catsuit that hugged her in all the right ways was zipped up and secured onto her, followed by knee high laced black leather high heeled boots. Then a thin latex hood, also in all black. Then came the bondage, and these were everything Melissa expected from a Claire kidnap session. Armbinder, tight straps that frogtied her, a web of additional straps that crisscrossed her chest, outlined her breasts, and made her feel utterly secure. Controlled. Helpless.

Claire popped the gag out of her mouth when she had finished, with Melissa frogtied in front of her facing away from Claire and her throne, “I have a surprise for you, my sweet Pet.”

Melissa moaned, humming with pleasure as she undulated her hips. One of the straps was placed juuuuuust right, and she had been happily grooving along it for the past few minutes as Claire finished snicking locks into place. She tried to look back at Claire, failed, and settled for craning her neck back to look at the ceiling, “Another one? Aren’t I imprisoned enough?”

“MMmmm, you do look delicious my sweet princess, but there are a couple things lacking.” Claire ran a hand over Melissa’s head, gathering up her hair, and then pulling her back a bit further, “For one thing, as much as I adore seeing your face in bondage, I’m afraid my surprise requires we cover it up.”

Melissa hummed again, and then let out a little, “Oooooh,” as Claire displayed her surprise. It was an orange hood, made of durable rubber, with the exterior molded and coloured to resemble a pumpkin. Some parts of it looked a little bulky, partly to play up the part of the hood being a pumpkin, but more in Melissa’s view because the thing was an isolation hood. Something she had always, always wanted to try.

“You are going to be my sweet little Halloween decoration.” Without waiting to see how that landed Claire began fitting the hood over Melissa’s face. Melissa moaned for a few moments, as she felt the rubber begin to enclose her, and then her eyes snapped open.

“W-wait, Claire! H-halloween isn’t for weeemmkkggh!” Her final protest was but off as the built in cock gag was shoved firmly into her mouth. Melissa moaned, squirming in her bonds, but Claire kept up a steady pressure on the gag to ensure it seated properly while she kept tugging the rest of the hood into place. Once it had settled she spent several minutes lacing it, and re-lacing it, and lacing it again, until the thing was drum tight over Melissa’s face. The young woman’s moans and protests were minimal in their volume, and Claire spent a few moments just running her hands over the tight rubber, enjoying how Melissa reacted to her face being just another arena for Claire to tease her in.

Claire picked up a posture collar from nearby, and buckled it firmly around her newest toy’s neck, carefully ensuring a snug fit, before locking it into place. Melissa gave another moan, and Claire bent down to speak firmly into the girl’s ear to ensure she could hear, “Not for a few weeks, huh?” Claire tapped her lip, as though in mockery of being deep in thought. Then she grinned, and waggled her eyebrows even though Melissa couldn’t see her, “I wonder what we can do in the meantime to…amuse ourselves…”